Tag: my trip
October 4, 2010
I’m getting ready for my travel to Morocco this month. Thoughts about my plans bring up some little sweet dreams from Paris:
Now this delectable cake above is what I call “High-end design of dreams”. Just look at this thing. Would you even dare to touch it? eat it? But on a second thought I’d probably would. You would too.
Now this one is crazy gorgeous. It’s delicious too. The round macaroons on the cake here remind me the design on one of our rugs, “Pebble”. Wow, back to back inspiration.
Have an HSM – Happy Sweet Monday everybody.
September 13, 2010
I don’t know how to put it in words but I cannot describe what India is all about and if I do it would take more than a blog. I’ve visited India a few times and believe me I haven’t seen nothing yet. It’s a never-ending country with a never-ending culture, people, languages and religions. It’s incredible. The very long flight, anticipation, delays and everything else that come with travel, once I landed all the headache and fatigue were well worth the effort. India is a country that’s impossible to believe.
You can’t miss India on the map. Surrounded by wall of Himalayan mountains and large seas this land is full of contradictions. It’s massive and exaggerated. A world in itself. I felt in a complete trance, a feeling that stayed well rooted in my soul long after I returned home.
When I left the air craft I could smell ashes in the air. I looked up and saw foggy skies. It was late and a thick layer of pollution was floating above my head. It didn’t bother me, I was too excited to see what’s ahead. I felt fortunate to arrive to India and discover a whole new world, life. Fifteen hour flight is no picnic and Jet-lag didn’t hit. Yet. Landing at night was the best because I got to go right to sleep and woke up the next morning to a new world, literally.
It feels alluring to wake up in the morning and a lush glamorous arrangement of flowers welcomes you. Everything in the hotel was luxurious. The interiors, arrangements of furniture, the bar, restaurants even the elevators all looked well thought out. Young Indian girls wearing magnificent traditional Saris lead us to the breakfast room. Service was impeccable. But wait! this is not the real India. The point is, one step outside the hotel and the real adventure begins. Let me add that staying at a chic hotel in India helped keep my sanity for the night. It was too much to take in. It was insane.
It seems that there are more Rickshaw on the roads than any other transportation in India. In mid-day this circular area is crazy with traffic we got dizzy. Looking at this photo I can still hear the noises of buses, cars, motorcycles, rickshaw. We risked our lives trying to cross the streets. ‘Run don’t walk’ was our motto. Traffic rules? what rules?
Poverty in India is beyond words and this is a mild short memoir of what I’ve seen. My first image of a very young girl, a baby, wearing only a t-shirt. She was trying to reach the balls that hung on the other side of the fence. She wasn’t afraid to climb the railings to get those soccer balls while traffic was swirling around her. Didn’t seem to bother her the intense heat shooting through the asphalt and burning her little feet. I admired her persistence. Don’t know if she reached to the balls. The sidewalk was stationed in a middle of a very busy intersection in Delhi. I had enough time to follow the girl with my eyes and wonder about her and many other children in India. I was afraid she would get hurt, fall on the hot asphalt or get hit by a car. I looked around but no one was there but her. Was she an orphan? hungry? tired? I couldn’t get my eyes off of her until she vanished from my view as we drove away.
Different ways to explore India:
The best way is by Rickshaw, in my opinion (if you can stand the scorching sun unless you arrive between Oct-March). When we visited around April the sun hit 125 degrees F., we decided to go on a Rickshaw for a leisure “walk”. Yeah, we thought we’d turn to heroes. Take a cab. With AC.
I looked at these juicy fruits and all I thought about was my colored pencils and rug designs. Yes, as much as I enjoyed being there I couldn’t wait to return to the office and draw my inspirations.
If you notice there is a sign by the first fruit on the second row: “Dragon fruit”. It’s from the ‘cactus’ family (No wonder it looks creepy). It’s pink and green on the outside with white or super red flash inside. BUT, delicious.
On my visit India celebrated Dewali holiday known as festival of lights. The staff at our hotel decorated the floors with painted rice, to create shapes of flowers. Yes, painted rice. By hand. Meticulous and time consuming but results in an unbelievable focal point.
How creative is that. So gorgeous.
More on India and the Taj-Mahal click here.
August 4, 2010
“When preparing to travel, lay out all your clothes and all your money. Then take half the clothes and twice the money”. anonymous
Funny but true. My trip to Cyprus was spontaneous and so was the content of my luggage. I could leave it home and simply take only a bathing suit (don’t forget the money). It was scorching hot.
After about half hour flight plus five hour delay prior, we landed in Limassol, the second largest city of Cyprus. Off the plane and out of the airport it hit me: the heat people, the heat! It’s in your face. Add a good chunk of humidity and one can turn into a steamed meat in 60 seconds flat. But no regrets here. Limassol is a sassy small Mediterranean island but big on personality. It’s full of history, archaeological sites and night life. An island of kings, of love, of desires.
We took a ride on the mountains.
We loved walking around tiny streets. Getting to know the unknown.
Old villages and monasteries, narrow and curvy streets. I even spotted the tiniest post office I’ve ever seen. Entry ways adorned with flower pots.
Nuns occupy monasteries where they grown their own herbs and make their own artifacts.
I love the purple painted arch. What a bright contract against a neutral surrounding.
It was so quite and serene. I could hear my heartbeat.
A visit to an old Greek house that turned into a museum revealed an impressive Greek invention: hand looms, we were told, helped families to survive by weaving their own clothes.
Cyprus produces excellent wines and the old monastery owns wine production facility. It was hot outside and the the Sultana grapes on the property looked juicy. We had to end the visit so I picked a hand-full of grapes (we were allowed) and rushed to eat them before they turn into raisins. They were so yummy.
July 30, 2010